Buddy the Gourd!

Just a Series of Lazy Days

March 6, 2005

Hello, everyone. I haven't had much to report lately. I have been just enjoying myself. Wandering around from the bed upstairs down to the couch downstairs back up to the little couch upstairs to the comfy chair downstairs. With interruptions of course to visit my cat box, each some food, drink out of the toilet occasionally, (I don't know why I enjoy doing that so much) and then there's running around batting about my numerous furry mice that hang out on the floor downstairs.

One might say, pretty boring. How can I have pretensions of being a literary being? What great insights do I have to share with the world? Why it's precisely because I have so much time to contemplate that my inner thoughts are so valuable. Why you, my much esteemed reader, are probably skimming through these words right at the moment because your car is crying out for an oil change, your refrigerator needs to be defrosted and if you don't take a moment to pay your bills your electricity will be shut off. It's true isn't it?

Okay here's me. I'm looking out the window. I see that the sun is finally beginning to shine for a longer time during the day. I notice that when Frances finally returns home, there is a light that follows her through the door and enters the house. When I look out the window I notice that the birds who are outside are a little smaller than the giant crows that have been haunting the area for the past months. I hear their songs and I recognize them one from the other. My heart aches as I long so much to be free and running outside in the melting snow, getting my paws soaked and muddy, smelling the hints of grass and plants that are struggling to wake from the dark coldness.

My heart aches I tell you to be out there. And you, you. Perhaps you enjoy a little walk outside. Perhaps you don't even bother to go out there because you have to go work your second job at the discount retail store. The lights in that store are 40 feet overhead and electric. The music goes on and on and you only notice that it was playing when you finally reach the end of your shift.

My heart aches to be outside. But I live from moment to moment and I enjoy going upstairs and curling up in the sun on a comfortable piece of furniture. I enjoy being patted on my head by Frances and I forget about my aching heart until the next day.

- Posted by Smuf at 1:30 PM